Submissions by clio13
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I love writing poetry. whether dark, about time, philosophical, respect, justice.....though I still desire for honest critique to be an excellent writer.
EROTIC POEM
Published
30th Oct 2012 3:13pm
30th Oct 2012 3:13pm
Proposiskin
the skin is no puritan
the veins have no pumpkin remorses.
though nevertheless feels empty
I gave a gateway to my
relentless fears,
of how one balloon away carried me to my personal demons again.
It
was
the
most pristine animal I have ever known and
I
tainted
it's string
with my selfish
...
the veins have no pumpkin remorses.
though nevertheless feels empty
I gave a gateway to my
relentless fears,
of how one balloon away carried me to my personal demons again.
It
was
the
most pristine animal I have ever known and
I
tainted
it's string
with my selfish
...
851 reads
5 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
26th Oct 2012 11:50pm
26th Oct 2012 11:50pm
Opiate
I am your reservoir
I am your opiate, not quinine, but
saccharine
your dream- lozenge
'Don't delude myself,' dear mirror complies
I am your white poppy
the toast to your dreams
Portal says I'm perfectly flawed
Still climbing high, with rocky limbs, stomping on men shadows
Paper mountain is my new lover,
an atoms to adam kind of god
'I don't want your rib, darling, but your opiate in return ;
to sleep in your oleander forever
poisoned by your platonic emotives instead of...
I am your opiate, not quinine, but
saccharine
your dream- lozenge
'Don't delude myself,' dear mirror complies
I am your white poppy
the toast to your dreams
Portal says I'm perfectly flawed
Still climbing high, with rocky limbs, stomping on men shadows
Paper mountain is my new lover,
an atoms to adam kind of god
'I don't want your rib, darling, but your opiate in return ;
to sleep in your oleander forever
poisoned by your platonic emotives instead of...
853 reads
5 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
23rd Oct 2012 5:38pm
23rd Oct 2012 5:38pm
Tic-Tac_Foe
A circle awaits me
hand and foot
rusted and closed. I hate circles.
For everything's a cycle
I love them,
for i can always
go back to where
I started.
Life is a roulette and
I'm a woman of many lines.
For this I know that to live and not knowing what to live
for is the sickest way to pursue excellence.
You might as well hold your breath to the sun.
In...
hand and foot
rusted and closed. I hate circles.
For everything's a cycle
I love them,
for i can always
go back to where
I started.
Life is a roulette and
I'm a woman of many lines.
For this I know that to live and not knowing what to live
for is the sickest way to pursue excellence.
You might as well hold your breath to the sun.
In...
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2 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Oct 2012 2:32pm
17th Oct 2012 2:32pm
Bumpy Skin
A precious horse nows the feel
when its mane has fallen from grace,
but craves the oats of compassion,
as well as I .
A wicked spell,
"O sacred honey wash my sins
I wish my spirit to not smell like a faun".
Grimms take that second
The advantage so pure as if it was a timeless baby
A cane shouts from the wind,
Grimms charr the fields now
the spell keeps lifting and the sweet grass
turns to dust, my skin of a goose,
' the insecurity is poison, woman. Realize
the real', says...
when its mane has fallen from grace,
but craves the oats of compassion,
as well as I .
A wicked spell,
"O sacred honey wash my sins
I wish my spirit to not smell like a faun".
Grimms take that second
The advantage so pure as if it was a timeless baby
A cane shouts from the wind,
Grimms charr the fields now
the spell keeps lifting and the sweet grass
turns to dust, my skin of a goose,
' the insecurity is poison, woman. Realize
the real', says...
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1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
12th Oct 2012 5:00pm
12th Oct 2012 5:00pm
Just a fantasy
Who is my mind?
a crater of broken asteroids?
A dryer full of lent and dust bunnies?- I managed to live 16 without your soul parallel to mine
Though I am yours 'til we live
And I'm your past 'til we die
Though I'm not what you see,
and we can see the multiverse from here, we will be our own Theory, swtiching sides with Saturn,. stealing his rings,
Diluting Jupiter, O how big our world will be
Swtitching our eggs on Venus's clothes, the stars would surly stare at us
Stare at us with quaking envy.
a crater of broken asteroids?
A dryer full of lent and dust bunnies?- I managed to live 16 without your soul parallel to mine
Though I am yours 'til we live
And I'm your past 'til we die
Though I'm not what you see,
and we can see the multiverse from here, we will be our own Theory, swtiching sides with Saturn,. stealing his rings,
Diluting Jupiter, O how big our world will be
Swtitching our eggs on Venus's clothes, the stars would surly stare at us
Stare at us with quaking envy.
652 reads
3 Comments
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